In a Field of Snow
Duchess, a brown chestnut Tennessee Walker with a
long flowing ebony mane, frolicked non-stop along the
fenced pasture bordering the corn field. She had the
whole eighty acres to herself, kicking up her heels as if
she was still a yearling. Fall was nearing its peak and
winter was just around the corner; for Duchess, it was
just another wonderful season like spring or summer.
The dark gray skies indicated a storm was approaching
and with the nights changing temperatures, a dusting
was evident. Dusk slithered in with the north wind,
suddenly- whirling fallen leaves and whipping cold-
needle- like rain pierced her huge brown eyes. Duchess
bolts – and like the wind, wheels her slender muscular
body in a joyous dance. Hoofs thunder intensely on
hardened cold soil, uprooting clumps of grass, sending
them flying along with her splaying tail. Oxygen
saturated nostrils swell as she canters poetically in a field
of crystals. The snow now picks up pace as does her
slow stride; turning into a gallop. Steam pours from
swollen lungs through her soft muzzle, she feels alive
but exhausted from the sudden burst. She gazes across
the open field and watches the tiny crystals collect on
evergreen along the hillside, gradually transforming into
puffy white flakes. She knows winter is here.
Copyright © 2010 By Caryl S. Muzzey
Second Place Winner ~ "Horses or Snowflakes or Horses
and Snowflakes” Poetry Contest
Sponsored by: Constance~A Rambling Poet~
Nov. 8, 2010
Copyright © Caryl Muzzey | Year Posted 2010
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